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Harry and Ginny's love is a long story.

Since they met at the age of 11, Ginny has liked Harry, from pure admiration to love since childhood.

Fortunately, at the right time and at the right place, Harry found the most suitable girl who had been chasing after him, and gave her the love he expected.

It took Ginny years to make Harry fall in love with her. The wait was long, not as exciting as in the novel, and there were no sweet words of eachother.They just came together slowly, holding hands and deciding to face everything.

Their love is natural, so natural that it is a little flat.Although this feeling is so sincere.

Harry and Snape's love is also a long story.

They have become classmates, and they don't like each other very well, and two of the three sentences are incidentally greeting each other's shortcomings.If Snape hadn't a mother, and Harry's mother - current mother Doria - was such a warm and thoughtful woman, they would have been greeting each other's mothers long ago.

In the short three years they got along, there were constant misunderstandings, quarrels, and disputes, which made this ordinary campus romance burst with enthusiasm at any time-tit-for-tat disputes and love like war.

Harry would think of Ginny occasionally, and whenever he thought of Ginny, he would think of fresh flowers, sunshine, dew, and the warm and lively Weasley family.

And every time he thinks of Snape, he just wants to grit his teeth, or say "snotty" bitterly.

He couldn't say exactly how he fell in love with Sniffer, he just knew that by the time he realized it, he had been watching him and liking him for a long time.

And the moment he woke up, Harry only felt that the sky was falling apart, the wind was howling and the tsunami was happening.

It was a mood he had never felt before.Not even with Ginny.

He thought about marrying Ginny, having a few red-haired and black-haired children, and then becoming the seventh son of the Weasley family, living happily with everyone.

But now Harry doesn't want to think about the future at all, and Harry Potter, who used to be stable and steady, doesn't want to think about those at all.He just wanted to think about the moment, he just wanted to stay with Snape as much as possible, to give him as much happiness as possible, to stay by his side as much as possible... as much as possible.

Love is blind, crazy and passionate, regardless of consequences and costs.Even on Christmas Eve, the laughter and laughter of the whole family couldn't stop him from thinking about Snotman.

The Potter's house at Christmas was still very lively. People from the Evans family came to visit the Potter's house, and James' friends also came.

The elders spoke kind words, while the young people were in charge of stirring up the atmosphere. Christmas Eve was an extraordinarily warm and joyful day.But Harry couldn't sit still.

The Death Eaters didn't have time to come over to Potter's house right now, they were spending Christmas at home too.There was only one reason why Harry couldn't sit still - Snape was alone at home now.

Charles has been in touch with the Evans family, but they have concealed the truth, saying only that they encountered an accident.Charles followed the advice of Mr. David Evans and went to the Muggle hospital to get a prosthetic called something.During the days when the children were away, Charles had been learning to walk on the artificial leg, and now he was a little bit successful. Although he was not walking like a fly, it was absolutely no problem to stand up and take something for a walk.It's just that when sitting down and standing up again, it's always not as stable as the real guy brought out from the womb.

Already 50 years old, Charles has become addicted to being a glass man. His family dare not touch him, and they even speak softly, as if they could blow him away.As soon as Charles made a move, James would make a fuss and watch, with strong doubts and curiosity about the pair of artificial legs.

Normally disabled people would have a strong dislike for this, but Charles was completely undisturbed.

Men can't stand upright with just two legs. Charles has always taught his sons this way, and now, he perfectly interprets this sentence.He was determined, never doubting the fact that he was a man, no matter what parts were missing from him.He was indifferent, because no matter whether he had legs or not, he knew that he was always standing and tall.

And it is infinitely tall in the hearts of the sons.Harry had never seen such a weak and strong man, but never felt that he was weak and strong.

Charles's attitude won the admiration of the Evans couple, and his performance made the Evans couple see the noble character and spirit of the Potter family.Mrs. Evans said: Marry!Hurry up and get married!It is an honor for a daughter to marry into such a family!

The Potter family and the Evans family were fighting fiercely, and Doria was finally consummated, and the atmosphere finally became the same as before.She greets everyone, manages everything in the house, and treats everyone with thoughtfulness and consideration.Then, she noticed something was wrong with Harry.

"What's the matter, Harry?" Doria held her son's little face with concern, and looked at him with concern.

This behavior made Harry embarrassed and embarrassed. He felt like he was being treated like a baby, and he replied falteringly, "I'm fine, Mom."

"Something on your mind? Want to go out?"

Mothers have never eaten dry food, and they know what kind of fart they want to fart when their son sticks out their ass.

Doria looked at him unhappy and asked in a low voice, "It's the Order of the Phoenix.

"No."

"Who are you looking for?" Doria's eyes lit up instantly, and she asked in surprise, "Could it be some thief who stole my little son's heart?"

Harry suddenly felt guilty, his face blushed and he wanted to break away from his mother's hand, "No..."

"Who is it? Don't you want to let mom see you?" Doria let go of his hand as he wanted, and stroked her son's messy hair instead.

Harry was really guilty at the moment, he shirked, "Wait until... later, when the time is right?"

What should he say?Said he was in love with a Death Eater?He knew how much his family hated the Death Eaters, and Doria wished he could eat them alive, blood and flesh.

Doria didn't continue to make things difficult for him, but said that he could leave to see his little lover at any time, as long as he came back before midnight.

The antique clock in the living room jingled, and Harry gave a jerk. He glanced at his watch, stood up hastily, and disapparated.

The house in Spider's End was full of the smell of potion, Harry covered his nose, and could still hear the bubbling sound of "cuckoo cluck".

Harry followed the sound and looked for it. He walked up to the second floor. The smell of potions became stronger and stronger. It smelled like a puff... Harry couldn't tell what it was, he sniffed hard to identify it , but found that it was a strange, mixed taste, and it was impossible to describe it exactly.But Harry felt that the smell wasn't too bad, and the more he smelled it, the more he liked it.

Harry thought he was crazy.But he still involuntarily took a deep breath.

Hearing movement in the room, he stretched out his hand and opened the door. Snape was standing in front of the tong pan, stirring the tong pan carefully.

His black hair was hanging down, almost soaking in the pot.He looked at the potion so intently that he almost stuck his nose in it.Harry stood quietly at the door, watching Snape intently.

Snape stirred it for half a circle at last, stopped the stirring rod and put it on the tool rack. He bent over and leaned against the tong pot to smell the smell of potion.His pale face was flushed with an expression of extreme intoxication.It made his face, which had been tense, soften quickly, even sensually - his eyes were half-closed, as if caught in a pink dream, reveling in his lover's arms.

This expression appeared on the serious and rigid Snape's face, and there was a sense of incongruity and disobedience, but Harry couldn't move his eyes at all.

He looked at Snape's face in some surprise, and carefully studied his expression, but Snape was so focused that he didn't even notice Harry who had walked across from him.

"Merry Christmas." Harry walked across from Snape, with only a long table between them.

"Merry Christmas..." Snape raised his head and looked at Harry dazedly. Suddenly, he came back to his senses and stared at Pott as if he was a little annoyed. Staring at Harry, "I hope Santa will remember to give you a potion to improve manners."

"What is this?" Harry didn't continue to bicker with him, but looked at the mysterious pot.

"...Nothing." Snape hastily picked up the lid to cover the potion in the tongs.

"Yeah, it smells really weird."

Harry didn't seem to want to continue inquiring, he just looked at Snape with wide eyes.This gaze almost made Snape feel ashamed, but Harry's gaze on him seemed to give him invisible encouragement. Snape propped his hands on the table, leaned forward and leaned in front of Harry. He asked: "What's that smell?"

Harry scratched his face uncomfortably, "...I don't know, is it the smell of potions?"

Snape raised his eyebrows sharply, "Is it just the smell of potions?"

"Otherwise?" Harry pursed his lips, "Then what did you smell?"

Snape leaned forward again, turned his head sideways, buried his big nose into Harry's collar, took a deep breath, and said in a low voice, "This is the love potion."

Harry's face burned.He remembered Snape's expression just now, when Snape was brewing the love potion, he smelled the scent that belonged to him, and showed that obsessive expression...

Snape pressed against Harry's neck, spraying warm breath on Harry's neck, but Snape seemed to be a different person, completely unrestrained.He greedily inhaled Harry's smell, and then exhaled heavily. Snape had no idea how much trouble his behavior had caused Harry, so he just followed his heart and kissed Harry's delicate neck .

The love potion in the tongs pot was still exuding a tempting smell, and Harry was surrounded by a familiar smell of potion, as if wrapped in a ball of cotton wool, so light that it made it impossible to exert strength.He held it in desperately, and when Snape kissed his ear, Harry felt he couldn't take it any longer, and when Snape's lips moved to his, Harry felt something in his body. A wave of restlessness made his crotch tighten.

Harry wanted to back away, but he couldn't move at all. The smell of Snape surrounded him, as if he couldn't escape no matter where he hid.Harry let out a weak whimper, but soon nothing came out of his mouth, save for the sound of wet kisses.

Snape seemed to be immersed in it and couldn't extricate himself completely. The smell of the love potion made them unable to restrain themselves, especially since Snape had been in front of the tongs for two full hours.The love potion—or Harry's smell, had completely stunned his mind.

At some point, Snape had rounded the workbench, but Harry couldn't remember if their mouths had ever left each other.When he came to his senses, he was already pressed against the desk, and Snape was hugging him tightly, their bodies pressed against each other.

Harry moved back in horror, "... Is it too fast for us to do this? It's you who said, step by step."

After dating for almost half a year, it was just the second kiss, so it seems that the speed is indeed too fast.

Snape pressed his body against Harry's ear, kissing Harry's ear, "I've been meaning to do this for a long time."

Harry, the pure little white flower, Harry looked at Snape in horror, "Cocoa, but I have to go home before twelve o'clock tonight... no..." He cried out timidly, and his pants were unbuttoned. opened.

Snape just unbuttoned the trousers of the two of them and put them on Harry's body.Two young boys cling to each other, through thin underwear, kissing and rubbing passionately under the influence of the love potion...